Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By James Henry MacLaffertyGrowth of the Soul
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Out of the shadows that lurk below,
Nurse at the breast of the throbbing hill,
Grow in thy day as the tall trees grow.
This, Soul of Mine, be thy constant cry;
This, O my Soul, is to never die.
Whither?—Ah, let this concern thee more!
Into this state thou art blindly brought;
Out of it see but an open door.
Once past the portal, perhaps ’t will be
Growth of today will have made thee free.